Digger

by Lynn Burke

  Capone’s hands replaced Digger’s on my cheeks, holding me open. A cap snapped open, and my ass clenched involuntarily.

  “I’m going to fill this tight, little hole,” Digger said, his voice half-growling the words as he rimmed me with a lubed fingertip.

  I gasped as he pressed past the ring of muscle, and Capone kissed me again, his tongue taking my attention off the sting in my ass. Digger pressed in another inch or so, and I fought to relax. He slid his finger out to the tip, and when he pressed back in, the slight pain morphed into pleasure, drawing me back toward him as he retreated again.

  “More,” I heard myself whisper, pressing toward him as Capone slid back into me.

  A second finger worked alongside the first, and Digger moved in opposition of Capone, his fingers fucking my ass.

  Fullness unlike I’d ever known—I felt like a cock-hungry whore, but damn, did I want more.

  “Please,” I said with a moan as my climax hovered, my fingers clenching the comforter alongside Capone’s head.

  “Feel good, beautiful?” Digger asked, shoving his fingers in to the knuckles.

  “God, yes.”

  He dragged his fingertips along the thin wall separating him from Capone’s cock, and all three of us groaned.

  “Fuck, Digger.” Capone’s blue eyes hazed over, his brow furrowed. “Take her before I blow my load.”

  Digger’s fingers disappeared from my ass, but before I could moan a complaint, something much broader pressed against my opening.

  “Oh, God.” I bit down on my lip at the memory of the size of his cock.

  “Relax, and press back,” Capone crooned and swept his mouth over mine.

  I forced my body to do as he said, and the head of Digger’s cock slipped past my ring sending a zing of pain up through my body. Holy shit.

  “Fuck, Maci,” Digger said, his low voice sending a shudder down over my spine.

  A deep groan escaped my lungs as the pain faded, and Capone swallowed it down as Digger pushed in a little further.

  Oh, God… Oh, God… The chant went on in my head as Digger backed off and worked his way in.

  “Christ, are you tight.” The strain in Digger’s voice matched the tension in Capone’s body beneath me. Both held me in a bruising grip, and I gave over to them as the edge of my climax once more drew near.

  Digger bottomed out with a low groan.

  Capone pulled out of my pussy to the head. He thrust back in at the same time Digger retreated.

  Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. “Oh … fuck. Yes, more…” Grunted words, animalistic sounds flew past my lips as they moved together. Faster. Sweeping me away in a vortex of pleasure I’d only dreamed about. “Going. To. Come.” I whimpered with every thrust of their hard cocks. “Please.”

  Digger leaned over my back, reached between our bodies, and found my throbbing clit. “Take what you need, beautiful. Take us with you.” He pinched, and I pitched over the cliff, my body trying to arch between their steel-like hold on me.

  I shrieked, gasping for breath as they slammed into me over and over.

  Capone followed me, smothering his groan in my neck.

  Digger clamped his teeth onto my shoulder, and I came a second time as his cock pulsed deep in my ass. He swore between his teeth, pumping a few more times as I shuddered beneath him.

  My ears rang as I fought for breath between the two men. The scent of soap, sweat, and sex filled my lungs, and I went boneless against the muscle beneath me.

  Digger pushed my hair to the side where Capone still buried his face, and trailed kisses along the opposite side of my neck, down my spine and lower as he pulled out. A shuddering sigh rippled through me as his heat disappeared from my back, his huge cock from my ass, leaving me emptier than I’d ever felt.

  I couldn’t move. Capone didn’t so much as twitch a muscle.

  Running water sounded, and a few seconds later, it switched over to a shower.

  Warm, calloused palms ran down over my skin and lifted me off Capone. Digger cradled me in his arms, and I relaxed against his warm, rock-hard chest, unable to move if I’d wanted to.

  “You okay?” he asked, his voice rumbling beneath my ear.

  “God, yes.”

  Another rumble in his chest without definite words, something that sounded like relief and satisfaction, brought a smile to my lips.

  He strode across the room, leaving Capone behind. Steam filled the bathroom, and he stepped into the hot shower with me still in his arms. I slung mine around his neck and scooted my body from his hold to wrap my jelly-like legs around his waist.

  He peered down at me, unsmiling as always, his cock swelling as I rested my pussy against him.

  The climax of a lifetime had just rocked my world, and I wanted another one already.

  One of his brows cocked. “Most women would be done in for the night.”

  “Guess I’m not most women.” I smirked up at him, heat curling in my belly.

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “You’re fucking awesome,” I shot back.

  A hint of a smile twitched the unscarred corner of his lips.

  The shower door pulled open, and a tousled-haired Capone joined us, grinning enough for the both of them.

  Digger turned, putting his back to the spray, and Capone crowded close against me, gathering my hair in one hand, his mouth and tongue mapping my spine.

  Massaging hands … wandering mouths.

  I sighed, losing myself in their hold again, soaking in caresses, their gentle touches as they took their time washing every inch of my body.

  Capone held me from behind, one hand splayed on my stomach, the other palming one of my breasts as Digger tipped his head back into the spray, water running in rivulets down over his face and tattooed chest.

  His cock hung heavy between his thighs, drawing my gaze.

  “I think you should show my brother what a talented mouth you have,” Capone said in my ear, his hot breath tickling me. As though of the same mind, they traded places without a word, putting Capone into the shower’s spray. He released his hold on me and pushed on my shoulder.

  Warmth sprang to life between my thighs again, and I slipped to my knees, Digger’s cock swelling in front of my face. I glanced up at him.

  God, the heat in his dark eyes… I wanted nothing more than to put my mouth on him and suck him deep until he coated my tongue with his cum. Keeping my eyes locked on his gaze, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and tilted it toward me. I flicked my tongue over the head, gliding through the slit. He groaned and tangled his hands in my sopping hair, taking control from me.

  My mouth stretched wide, I relaxed my throat and took him deep, satin-encased steel filling me, nudging the back of my throat and sliding further until my nose brushed his pelvis.

  “Little fucking witch.” He cursed a few times. “No woman has taken every inch of me like this.” I smiled around his girth, and he pulled out, my hollowed cheeks drawing another curse from his lips. “Goddamn, woman.”

  Capone chuckled from behind me.

  “I thought her ass felt like heaven.” Digger thrust into my mouth, deep enough again I fought off my gag reflex. “So fucking hot.”

  He slid in and out while I lashed at his length with my tongue, dragging my teeth along his tender skin. Cupping his balls in one of my hands brought a growl from his chest, tightening his abs.

  I kept my attention on his face so far above me, soaking in his riveting gaze that made me feel like the queen of his world. Rippling muscles, water-beaded skin inked across his chest and arms … he looked so damn badass that I felt myself drawing near another climax without even being touched. Giving head hadn’t ever gotten me so damn worked up.

  With a groan, he backed off and lifted me into his arms. “We’ll finish this in the bedroom.”

  Soaking wet, he trailed out of the bathroom and to his bedroom where he lay back on his comforter, pulling me along with him. “I’m going to shoot my cum dow
n your throat,” he said as I settled between his powerful thighs and wrapped my lips around him again. He groaned as I took him deep. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  Hands once more fisting in my hair, he took control again, thrusting his cock against the back of my throat.

  The bed dipped behind me, and I widened my legs as Capone drew closer. He spread my cheeks wide and licked me from clit to ass.

  I fought to keep my eyes on Digger as Capone worked me over with his talented tongue. Until he slipped two fingers into my soaked pussy, I panted for breath around Digger’s cock. I wiggled, inviting more, needing more.

  Capone must have gotten the hint, because he disappeared for a few seconds. The tearing of a condom wrapper had my pussy clenching. He grasped my hips and shoved in with one thrust.

  I grunted around Digger, my eyes finally closing.

  “Look at me while he fucks you,” Digger said, his commanding voice pulling my eyelids back up. “Do you like his cock in your pussy?”

  Not as much as yours. I nodded while swirling my tongue around the swollen head in my mouth.

  “Goddamn,” Capone moaned the word, thrusting harder.

  “You should feel her ass,” Digger said without taking his gaze off my face. He caressed my cheekbone with a thumb while thrusting into my throat. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  I begged him with my eyes to do it.

  “You’re going to swallow down every drop I give you.”

  Yes, please, fuck, yes.

  His lips pursed, his dark eyes swallowed by his pupils. “Now.” His cock swelled, and I swallowed around him. “Fuck…”

  Capone pistoned into me from behind as spurts of hot cum shot down my throat. Without a single touch to my clit, I tumbled headlong into my climax, swallowing down every drop Digger offered, moaning around his length as my pussy spasmed.

  Capone hollered and slammed into me, his cock pulsing. “Holy fuck.” He ground the words out while sliding in and out of me, milking himself with my tightened walls.

  I popped my mouth off Digger and went boneless again, resting my cheek on his thigh, my hips still held tight by his brother. Springy blond hair tickled my face, but I couldn’t move as after sex tingles swept over my skin, depleting me of energy.

  Digger

  Capone crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.

  I couldn’t tear my gaze off Maci and the mess of pale hair spread over me. Lips parted, eyes closed, she relaxed between my legs, one hand under my thigh, the other arm crooked over her head, hand on my pelvis beside my limp dick. She’d fucking drained me dry, and all I wanted to do was curl up with her on my bed and close my eyes.

  Capone returned and used a wet towel to wipe between her thighs.

  She didn’t move except to sigh.

  Once he finished, I yanked back the covers beside me, pulled her up over my body and settled her against the clean sheets. She pressed her face against my pillow, breathing deep and smiling.

  Possessiveness swooped in, and even though the night was still young, I knew without doubt I wouldn’t share her again. “Rest for a while,” I said and kissed her forehead.

  “’K,” she murmured, probably half asleep already.

  I caught Capone’s attention, nodded toward his clothes, and pointed toward the door. I tugged on my jeans as he picked his clothes up off the floor, and I followed him out, quietly shut the door behind us.

  “Poor woman needs to sleep,” I said, keeping my voice low as we walked down the hallway. “Did you notice how exhausted she was when you picked her up?”

  He glanced over her shoulder. “No.”

  I shook my head. Unobservant little fucker. I pitied the woman who ended up being the one to sink her claws into him.

  Capone dressed in the living room while I dumped the warm beers down the drain and grabbed a couple new ones.

  Sprawled in my chair, cold beer in hand, I peered down the hall at my closed bedroom door.

  “Got it bad for her, huh?” Capone asked and took a long pull.

  I did, and the thought didn’t sit well with me. “Yeah,” I admitted while scrubbing a hand down my face. “You?”

  He shrugged in his casual, Capone way. “I told her I was just looking for a good time the first time I asked her out, so I’ll step out of the picture if that’s what you want.”

  I met his blue-eyed gaze, thankful to find zero trace of jealousy or anger. Keeping Capone around meant I wouldn’t have to be vulnerable. Open myself up to the beautiful witch. But keeping him around meant he’d have his hands and mouth on her.

  He grinned when I didn’t answer and finished the rest of his beer, his throat bobbing as he sucked it down. “I’m never going to get a taste of her again, am I?”

  “No chance in hell,” I muttered even though I thought I’d made up my mind. Maybe the kid wasn’t as unobservant as I’d thought.

  “No point in my hanging out, then.” Chuckling, he stood and stretched his back, plunking the empty beer bottle on the coffee table. “What if you aren’t what she wants?”

  His words fucking stung, and I lifted my beer, needing the cool liquid sliding down my throat.

  Still chuckling, he tugged on his boots. “Pretty sure she fell for you the second she laid eyes on you in the club that first time, so don’t worry.”

  My brow rose.

  “I fucked her that night, but she didn’t light up until you laid your hands on her two hours ago.”

  “She’s fucking amazing,” I said, my gaze trailing to the hallway again, thinking about how she’d taken all of me, in every way.

  “You’re welcome.” Capone winked at me and grabbed his coat.

  “You’re really going to head out without telling her?” I asked as he strode toward my front door.

  “I’m sure she won’t mind waking to find me gone.”

  “You’re a bastard.”

  “She won’t be the last I fuck and leave without saying goodbye. At least I’m leaving her in capable hands.”

  I glared at him as he shrugged his coat on. “Someday a woman is going to break your heart, Capone.”

  “Not gonna happen.” Grinning, he escaped into the cold, leaving me to finish my beer alone.

  Within ten seconds, I put the beer aside and ambled back down the hallway.

  Maci lay right where I’d left her, breathing deep. Passed out. In my fucking bed.

  I turned off the light, pushed my unbuttoned jeans back off, and slid under the comforter beside her. She sighed and snuggled against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. Her hair smelled like my shampoo. Her skin like my soap.

  Every inch of her had been mapped out in my head, and even though I didn’t know her last name, I sure as fuck wanted her to stay in my bed.

  ****

  Someone cried. Wracking sobs that furrowed my brow.

  I opened my eyes to darkness. Maci faced away from me, the sounds of grief I thought I’d dreamed pouring from her lips and shaking her body.

  The fuck?

  “Hey.” I ran my hand down her arm, not sure if she was upset Capone was gone, or if we’d hurt her without my knowing it.

  She rolled into me, burying her face in my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her as she sobbed.

  “Shh…” I smoothed my hands down her back. Doing my damnedest to be gentle. “I’ve got you, Maci. It’s okay.” Similar words slipped past my lips as she continued to cry, and I wracked my brain for what the fuck had caused her break down.

  Janie had done the same thing with Hawk not long after they’d met, but Maci didn’t seem to have been on a manic high earlier—I doubted she struggled with the same episodes.

  When she’d arrived earlier that night, I knew something had been bothering her, though. The fact she’d held it in while Capone and I had worked her over had me thinking whatever it was hadn’t been such a big deal. My initial thoughts there was something wrong were spot on, I realized as she clung to me and cried until she had nothing left.


  “I’m sorry,” she whispered some time later, sniffling and pressing her cheek against my chest.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” I waited, and she eventually inhaled a deep breath and pulled back enough to peer up at me in the darkness. “My mom passed away last week.”

  I blinked as her words processed. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. Did Capone know?” I asked, my brow furrowing at the thought he could be callous enough to bring her over to my place so soon after her mom’s death.

  “No,” she whispered. “I—I never told him.”

  “You should have. What we did to you tonight—”

  Maci pressed two fingers over my lips. “I wanted you to. I needed to escape the grief. I—I thought I’d finished with the tears, but guess not.”

  Unsure of what to say, I pulled her close again. Her warmth, her softness overrode my usual control, and I found my cock swelling regardless of the situation.

  “Did Capone leave?” she asked a few minutes later, her voice muffled against my chest.

  “A few hours ago. I’ll take you home if you want to go.”

  “I’m glad Mom’s suffering is over, but going back to the empty apartment … it sucks, you know?” Her voice wobbled, and I squeezed her tight.

  “You’re welcome to stay the rest of the night with me if you want.”

  “I—I’d like that.”

  I know nothing about this woman… “Do you have to work in the morning?”

  “I took some time off because of Mom. Making arrangements, that sort of thing. I’m off all next week, too.”

  “Anything I can do to help?”

  She sighed. “Everything’s done except for sprinkling her ashes around Pine River Pond.”

  “Wakefield?”

  “Yeah. We used to rent a camp up there before my dad died awhile back.” Her voice broke again, and I squeezed her close.

  Fuck, this girl’s past… “Do you like waffles?”

  “As long as there’s real maple syrup,” she replied with a sniffle.

  “And bacon,” I added.

  “Definitely.” A hint of a smile coated the word.